I love You not only for what You are..
but for what I am
when I am with You..
I love You not only for what You
have made of yourself..
but for what
You are making of me..
I love You for
the part of me that You bring out..
I love You for
putting Your hand into my heaped-up
heart and passing up all the
foolish and frivolous and
weak things that You can't
help dimly seeing there....
For drawing out into the light
all of the beautiful radiant belongings...
that noone else had
looked quite far enough to find...
I love You for ignoring the possibilities
of the fool and weakling in me...
For laying firm hold on the
possibilities of the good in me..
I love You for closing Your ears
to the discords in me..
For adding music in me by caring, loving and listening..
I love You because you are helping me
make of the timber
of my life not a tavern,
but a temple,
and of the words of my
every day not a reproach,
but a song..
I love You because You
have done more
than any creed could have done to make me happy..
You have done it without a touch,
without a word, without a sign...
You have done it first by being Yourself...
After all...
Perhaps this is what being a friend means.
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